A first-class creep in every way. One generally doesn’t like to gloat when somebody dies — I’m saving that up for Ariel Sharon — but I can’t think of anything nice to say about this mean-spirited right-wing alter-kaker. The world is not the poorer for his going hence.
As was said of another authentic American masterpiece: “He was queer in the deepest way.”
I am flummoxed by media speculation on his sexuality. Who would want to imagine him in the throes of desire?
Every few months, either Karen or I say to the other, “Is Ariel Sharon dead yet?” I’ll be happy when he dies, but my real joy will come when Henry Kissinger croaks.
What?! KISSINGER is still alive? How long, o Lord, how long? There indeed is a grave to dance on, if ever there was one.
I agree with Antonello about Koch’s so-called ‘sexuality’: it’s a thing not to be contemplated. Fortunately, I think it’s a non-thing. He always struck me as the sort of guy who would rather watch himself on old news clips than grapple with some other human being in a humid bed. I’d bet even money that the guy *never* got laid.
Hank’s breed don’t die:
http://davidly66.blogspot.de/2011/05/laudatio.html
There is no justice in death. We all walk the same path in that regard. Punishment in life is what Henry-haters, etc. hanker after. No?
Good point.
Comrades, there’s justice in premature deaths such as the one experienced by that despicable Lee Atwater. In short, not all deaths are equally meaningless.
I find some measure of justice in the fact that Chomsky is alive and kicking well into his 80s while some other whores, sellouts, and, oh, contrarians(tm) have passed on.
For every Chomsky spared, a Zinn is taken. I couldn’t resist, sorry.
And even the Zinns will be forgiven.